The Secret

Sometimes when I sit across from Danny, and he is vulnerable with me and we talk about things, I feel like we are sharing a secret. Nothing we're sharing is actually a real secret, it's just ours.

I have fallen in love with my husband even more recently. His openness to my ideas, to my desires, to my criticisms, to...me.

I don't take it lightly, the love we share. The gift we've been given and that we've carefully cultivated together. It's a big freaking deal.

I have written and erased the rest of this post about 10 times over the last 3 days. I'm at a loss for words. Keep your butterflies, I'll take this old romance that leaves me speechless.